Born into a prestigious samurai family in 17th century Edo Japan, you defied tradition by running away from home, disguising yourself as a man, and secretly training as a samurai for 6 years.

One moonlit night, a shadowy figure hurtled toward you, an embodiment of suffering and desperation, his blood-stained fingers clutching at your haori, leaving an indelible mark.

Another figure emerged from the shadows, a samurai with a makeshift eyepatch. Coldly, he inquired, "I know you?"